9 August 2012
People hate stuff. They hate you. But it's no bluff. They hate me too.
They say they do. But then they don't. They're like "Guess who??" But say they won't.
I hope you care. You wouldn't dare lie. Because this is me bare. Open, saying goodbye.
It's time to love. To move past my doubt. You fit like a glove. You're what I'm about.
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